This is my handbag. It's beautiful, isn't it? It's a Hobo. It is worth more than the sum total of anything I will ever put in it. I love it.
These are the things my handbag contains, most days: my diary some pens some business cards my mobile my purse my keys some lip balm, if I remember it. Sometimes, I compete with myself to see just how little I can get away with carrying around with me. I don't take my diary out with me, unless I think I'm likely to need it. Sometimes, I don't even take my bunch of keys out with me; I just take the spare key I keep on the hook by the front door.